There must be a corps that will battle for righteousness, for there are endless battalions who serve unrighteousness.

Reasons never matter, once Death comes cold and bold and takes the living by the hand. You count up your dead, every one.

Gather the shards of your courage. Patch together what resolve you can. We'll find this thing - and kill it.

Something awful is always going to happen, Arton. It's Sanctuary. You're a Stepson. Awful is a big part of your job.

Men may not believe you, my son. But you must always say the truth, when the truth holds no danger for you or your loved ones.

Nothing he knew of, enunciated life like death.

Love sees all; hate is blind.